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hello friend!! this was harder than i thought? partly because i keep forgetting that some of my favorite fics have never made it out of the parking lot 🙃, mostly because i love 99% of what i end up posting 😅 but of the fics i've posted, these five are probably the ones dearest to me:
cold and sweet (girl meets world, 2002 words)
found at sea (day6, 1206 words)
it's all around me [provisional title] (spy x family, 458 words)*
running through the night [provisional title] (raven of the inner palace, 685 words)*
that's my line! (haikyuu, 915 words)
(the yapping is optional? i think? so i'll just hide it under a read more)
cold and sweet isn't my first fic, but i think it's the fic where my current writing style and preference really started to develop. i also wrote this when i started getting into fic again, so it just feels really precious. lol i remember feeling very proud that it worked with canon, like i was filling in the gaps canon left because they did not realize the potential of the actual best ship in this show 😤
found at sea, it's all around me [provisional title], and running through the night [provisional title] have some of my most favorite lore i thought up, though i didn't get to directly touch on them in the fics themselves 😅. found at sea's lore was based on the debut music video of a soloist i'm a fan of, it's all around me was an AU i came up with that's set some years in the future of SXF after some characters have passed, and running through the night was my take on an AU for raven of the inner palace. it was originally just supposed to be a modern AU, but i wanted a way to include the magical elements, which resulted in a superhero AU 😅. i can't bring myself to fully yap about them publicly since part of me still wants to write the stories and have people discover the lore through them, but idk when i'll ever get to it 🥲
that's my line! is the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written imo born purely out of my love for oisuga and the need to have more oisuga fics exist in the world. this was based on a prompt, and i thought it'd be really fun to take something angsty and make it sweet ^^
*could be argued that these are technically wips i posted, but since posting them, i've always treated them as ficlets on their own so. i'll just do what i want 😌
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Characters: Ryuu Jusetsu, Tan Kai, On Kei (mentioned)
A/N: This is a snippet for an AU that I've had in my drafts forever. Might as well post it since I really like what I wrote 😅
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"What do you think you're doing?"
Jusetsu doesn't turn to acknowledge him, choosing instead to throw the dart in her hand at a well-worn board across the room. She misses by a wide margin, and Tan Kai couldn't help the petty smirk that crawls onto his face, but he wipes it off when she faces him, eyes in shadow.
"If you must know," Jusetsu says, the lazy tone only slightly affected. "I'm reclaiming the rest of my Saturday night. I advise you to do the same," she adds, offering the dart in her other hand.
He scoffs, but takes the offered dart anyway, if only to have something to hold on to. He stares at the board, imagining white numbers counting the seconds down, wishing he could throw the dart hard enough to shatter the board and the hot and wet feelings climbing into his throat.
He throws. He misses. Stupid game.
"He's not supposed to be here," he says.
"I know."
"You had an agreement."
"I know."
"He left us, for fuck's sake, and he has the gall to—"
"Tan Kai. I know." There's a weathered look in Jusetsu's eyes that gives him pause. He rarely sees it these days, not since the work started getting easier and being just the two of them slowly became enough. Did Jusetsu get better at hiding it, or did Tan Kai just not want to notice?
"Wait, what are you doing here, then?" Jusetsu asks, a divet forming between her brows. "You were supposed to go and see him. It's why I requested the kit in the first place."
Tan Kai huffs. "Left it outside the door. He could patch himself up for all I care."
"You... never mind, fine." Jusetsu deposits the rest of the darts in a wooden case, neatly lining them up before snapping the lid shut. Tan Kai doesn't miss the gold letters etched on the cover, bright and taunting despite how worn and weathered the case was. Tan Kai was sure he chucked it into the trash months ago, feeling the tiniest satisfaction in seeing it disappear down the chute. But when did she...
Well. She's always been a softie.
He snaps back to reality as Jusetsu roughly tugs him out of the rec room and into the muted lights of the hall. He quickens his pace to match hers—just to keep from tripping, and definitely not for that piece of shit that crawled back here—soon stopping outside a room. His room. (Because even the mangled meat pounding in his rib cage couldn't deny that it'll always be his room.)
Jusetsu places the first aid kit in Tan Kai's arms before gingerly turning the doorknob, slowly cracking the door open. Tan Kai notices then the dried drops of blood on the hardwood, a steady trail coming from the other side of the hall—from Jusetsu's office, most likely. He wills his heart not to stop and his mind not to race, but then Jusetsu pulls him in and flicks on one of the desk lamps.
Tan Kai has imagined this moment from the minute On Kei left. He'd make him cry, grovel at their feet, beg for forgiveness he'd never deserve. Sure, the fantasies always ended with Jusetsu flinging him back, throwing a withering glare his way before taking On Kei away until Tan Kai could cool his head long enough to have a proper conversation. But he'd at least have those five minutes of satisfaction, which would never truly be enough for all the grief he and Jusetsu went through because of him.
Still, he never thought he'd look like this.
He turns to Jusetsu and he doesn't see the Raven—the incarnation of the Living Moon, the only surviving member of the central Ran clan, and current head of the League in the Night. He remembers a girl from long ago, clad in the purest white, with eyes as clear and grand as a winter sky.
"What was I supposed to do?" she asks quietly, those same eyes cloudy and cold, the fight leaking out of her.
